A winter’s morn cold and clear
warm breath hangs on the air
for a moment then disappears.
Jack Frost tickles nose and toes
all trace of slumber quickly goes.
Trees surreal in skeletal beauty
limbs reach out in graceful serenity.
Long delicious exciting nights
a heady mix of dark and street lights.
Darkness hides dirt and imperfections
pools of light encourage reflections.
Moon and stars come out to greet
the lights of man which can’t compete
with their beauty and mystique.
I was born in Croydon, England but grew up in Barbados. When I was 17 we returned to London. The fast pace of life was exciting, the shops fabulous but the cold - not so good. Although I do not like the cold and never will, I did like the changing seasons. In summer I love the long evenings but in winter I love the long nights. Spring means 'goodbye cold', and the colours of autumn are inspiring. I like reading, writing poetry, cats, baking cakes and F1 - not necessarily in that order. I have published three volumes of poetry. My second book ENCOUNTER is No. 1 on Amazon Kindle.